Chapter 2142: On-Site Dissection
“Hiss! How much stuff did she bring back?” the Female Leader exclaimed in shock, looking at a complete corpse. Even Karina showed a hint of surprise; this was too much.
“How did he die? Wasn’t he full of life when you captured him in the shadow?” I asked Giselle, looking at the corpse on the ground. A living person would obviously yield more intelligence.
“I don’t know either. He was alive when I captured him in the shadow, but dead when I released him. I didn’t harm him,” Giselle said.
“Given their vitality just now, they wouldn’t die so easily. They could even survive decapitation. I wonder if they can’t leave the mine?” I thought of a possibility.
“That’s possible. They die when they leave the mine… Wait, she’s a woman?” Karina said in surprise. She had just opened the corpse’s windbreaker, wanting to see what she intended to do. To her surprise, she found that the figure under the windbreaker was quite good, with two high bulges.
Karina removed her gas mask. Beneath the hood of the windbreaker was indeed a very beautiful woman, but her face was bulging with veins, appearing green, as if poisoned.
“What is this?” Karina touched the female corpse’s face in confusion to examine it, but I had already used my God’s Eye to see her entire body.
“It’s vines. Her body is entangled with vines, even penetrating her blood vessels. It seems to have grown from below,” I said.
Karina unceremoniously took off her windbreaker. She initially thought it would be easy-to-move clothing underneath, but instead, she found a relatively gorgeous pink dress, and a rather high-end one at that. It was the type of dress that middle-class women and some ladies would like to wear, though it was now dirty from being in the mine for too long.
I wondered who this person was. When entering the mine, she wore a mask to protect against poisonous gas and a loose windbreaker for ease of movement, yet she was wearing this kind of clothing underneath. It didn’t look like she was mining, but rather visiting a neighbor.
Karina quickly removed the pink dress. The people present all gasped.
She appeared to be in her thirties, with a great figure, but her entire body was covered in green vines. These vines seemed to have grown from her lower body, spreading across her skin like ivy, and eventually even piercing the skin, coexisting with her veins. The green patterns on her face were from this.
“What… what is this? Is it a mutation?” a researcher asked with loathing. Such a situation was usually a mutation.
“It seems so. These vines aren’t wrapped around her; they look like they grew from within her body. Of course, we can’t rule out parasitism or a seed germinating inside,” Karina said.
“We’ve seen this kind of mutation before, haven’t we? That, uh, Usum Child?” Cherise said, looking at the corpse.
“What? You’ve seen Usum Child before?!” the female assistant exclaimed in shock. That was related to the Outer Gods.
“Cough, cough, they were just members of an evil organization who worshipped Usum and summoned a portion of its power, calling themselves Usum Child. It’s completely different from her situation,” I lied deliberately, subtly gesturing to Karina not to reveal anything. She nodded slightly, understanding.
“Oh, it’s just like that. You scared me,” several researchers said, looking relieved. Even the Glutton believers under Karina relaxed their expressions.
If it were related to the Outer Gods, the danger level of this mission would rise by two levels, and they would even have to request aid from the Ninth Research Group, which specialized in handling Outer Gods incidents. However, it seemed there was no direct connection for now.
I hadn’t expected Cherise to blurt it out directly; I didn’t even have time to stop her. Indeed, the corpse before them strongly resembled the Old Day Imprinter organization they had encountered before. They planted Usum seeds in their own people to enhance their Combat Power.
However, after using my God’s Eye to examine this corpse, I felt there was a significant difference from Usum seeds. Those people who were parasitized by Usum seeds had their internal organs completely replaced by plants. This person had become a skin bag containing plants.
But with this woman, the vines were exposed, entwined on her skin. Inside her body, a more bizarre situation was unfolding: her organs had begun to mineralize and mutate, while the vines were intertwined with Origin Stone.
“This corpse seems a bit strange. The vines and the mutation don’t seem to be the same thing,” I said, pointing to the corpse’s skin, which had also grown Origin Stone.
“What do you mean by that?” the researchers and Glutton believers asked, somewhat confused.
“It’s difficult to explain directly. I’ll dissect it for you to see. Move her to the dissection table,” I said. Several Glutton believers immediately agreed and lifted the corpse.
The Infinite Obelisk Research Society, as an organization with a strong focus on practical science, naturally had dissection tables. They frequently used dissection to study corpses and determine the nature of incidents.
If I had offered to perform a dissection in other formal settings, even at the murder scene on the cruise ship, I would have faced criticism and doubt. But here, it was different. Some researchers were already preparing scalpels.
When they heard that I would be performing the dissection myself and they didn’t need to bother, they looked at me with disbelief. In their eyes, we were a bunch of amateurs coercing them. We were strong, but in terms of medicine and anatomy, we were complete novices. They were afraid we would ruin the precious sample.
In truth, I was just itching to try. Since leaving Cando City, I hadn’t used a scalpel. Although this wasn’t about saving lives, dissecting could help me keep my skills sharp and prevent them from deteriorating too quickly.
When they saw the girl’s posture as she picked up the scalpel, they felt slightly relieved. At least she wasn’t a complete novice; perhaps she had some basic knowledge of anatomy.
When they saw the girl make the first cut, they thought she was being too gentle, too careful. That was the common technique of doctors, to avoid cutting other blood vessels and organs as much as possible. But dissection didn’t need to be so precise; otherwise, it would take all day.
However, the moment the female corpse’s chest was smoothly cut open by the scalpel, all their doubts vanished. The fluid movements, the confident placement of the incision, as if she knew every part of the body perfectly, able to cut without hesitation and without any mistakes.
Furthermore, this woman’s body had already mutated. She perfectly bypassed all areas where Origin Stone had grown, not even cutting the ones inside.
Soon, as hooks pulled open the skin, the inside of the female corpse was revealed to everyone.
